erindaly
Erin Daly lives in Trumbull with her husband, Konrad, their three children (born in 2015, 2016, and 2019), and a new puppy. While raising her children, Erin balanced a full-time job with attending law school at night, after earning her Ph.D. in organic chemistry. Now, both Erin and Konrad are intellectual property attorneys who enjoy spirited debates on law and science. In addition to managing their careers, Erin stays involved in her community, keeps up with her kids' busy schedules, and nurtures her love for reading in her free time.
Things the Sandlot Understands About Childhood That Modern Parenting Doesn’t
The other night I rewatched The Sandlot with my kids, which seemed like a safe, wholesome parenting activity. A little nostalgic baseball movie. A...
Three Recycle Bots, One Functioning Adult
We have now built three recycle bots.
They are not identical. This is important because it creates the impression that three separate learning experiences occurred.
They...
The Wolf Woman Still Has to Sign the Permission Slip
There was a stretch in the late nineties and early aughts when every woman I knew either owned, was reading, or had pressed into...
On Being a Good Mother in May
By mid-May, the calendar stops being helpful.
It becomes more like evidence. A record of every time I said, “Yes, that should be fine,” without...
Nothing Has Gone Wrong Yet
We prepared ourselves for autism.
Not all at once. It happened gradually, through comparison, through repetition, through the quiet way certain patterns stopped feeling incidental....
Our Very Unlikely Wonder Dog
A year and a half ago, after years and years of lobbying, negotiating, and what I maintain was a very compelling, fact-based argument for why our...
Minor Acts of Negligence
I have developed an excessive sensitivity to minor, preventable disruptions.
Not disasters. Not emergencies. Disruptions.
They tend to follow a pattern: something is left slightly unfinished,...
Please Advise
By the time I send an email, it has been edited for tone, clarity, and basic social acceptability. The version I actually wrote cannot...
What We Leave Untouched
Loss makes adults nervous.
Not the kind of loss that reshapes a life, but the small, contained losses of childhood; the missed goal, the imperfect...
A Short History of Falling
Every February, we ask a rodent whether we can have our lives back yet.
We call it Groundhog Day, as if naming the ritual makes...